<lora:GabrielPachecoStyle:1>Gabriel Pacheco Style, A boy with hands like finely drawn maps tends mechanical insects whose gear-driven wings pollinate rare mathematical theorems growing in a secret garden where gravity works selectively on different objects. Equations bloom according to moonlight intensity while solutions manifest as fruit containing seeds of further problems when cracked open. Visitors with compass pupils navigate between theorem plantings using sextants calibrated to starlight filtered through prisms of collected childhood memories. During certain planetary alignments, previously unsolvable problems briefly reveal their answers through patterns formed by falling petals.